Biography of The Real Hypnotic
I never thought it possible to feel alone. With all these people around me.
I only trust poetry with my thoughts.
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Poem of the day
by Charles Kingsley
He wiled me through the furzy croft;
He wiled me down the sandy lane.
He told his boy's love, soft and oft,
Until I told him mine again.
We married, and we sailed the main;
A soldier, and a soldier's wife.
We marched through many a burning plain;
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